ABSTRACT
I keep having the same dream I’ve had for years. I dream that I’m a hungry little girl. In the dream I wake up as night changes to early morning. In the gray of dawn, the walls of the room are shimmering, covered with a layer of frost. Everyone’s asleep; no one feels the hunger I feel, or the cold. I’m terribly afraid. Through the window I can see the silhouettes of two dead people. I should be used to such things by now … after all, the bodies of those who have died of starvation often appear on the streets. My mother wakes up.
